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shit t-bird
your lounge thread got closed
this is a top subject of mine
my post went black hole

>Originally Posted by Solipsis
>This one time I was mad on acid and alprazolam and my neighbor opened the toilet door at 6 o >clock in the morning and finds me standing on the toilet bowl in the dark, with my arms out and >making noises like an airplane.
Just what the hell exactly was your neighbor doing IN YOUR HOUSE at 6am? Invited him over night before for some LSD and a fun little game of Hide The Sausage? <snicker> Not that there's anything wrong with that!
^Lol, I knew you'd like this thread
Fuck the lounge and their no shit threads rule :D
This one time I was mad on acid and alprazolam and my neighbor opened the toilet door at 6 o clock in the morning and finds me standing on the toilet bowl in the dark, with my arms out and making noises like an airplane. I didn't notice him, until he asked "Dude!! Are you alright?", so I told him "Yeah I'm awesome!", smiled, and pulled the door back shut again, continuing my 'flight'.
I lost 3 days of my memory, and it was one of the most worried I've been in retrospect, also I later found my wallet in my fridge and my phone and keyring were also in bizarre places. But other than that it's one of my favorite WTF tripping anecdotes of how mad a person can be.
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I decided it was time for a psychedelic shit. I headed to the bathroom, plopped my ass down, and shot what felt like a Super Rope candy out of my ass into the bowl. Feeling much better, I went to wipe. THERE WAS NOTHING ON THE TOILET PAPER. This thought affected my mind as if I had experienced some deep ++++ breathrough. I stared at that square for what seemed like an eternity. How can this be?
I looked down into the bowl. There was nothing there. Not even a small rabbit-sized turd. My mind was officially blown. I had definitely felt something solid come out. It was also extremely hot in the bathroom and I felt that the sweatier and hotter I became, the more intense my trip was getting. I frantically wiped and went to wash my hands.
I wasn’t aware that I was smiling, but my face in the mirror above the sink resembled the Cheshire cat, only it seemed to me that my smile kept getting wider and wider and wider without end. I got the fuck out of there and went back to my office.
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Lol reminds of TPB's because of your friend being like "Boys!", anyways I most often get the phantom shit like JB had. It feels just like you have to and one time I could have sworn I was consipated and had a large battle which I won in the end only to realize there was nothing in the bowl....Couple of nights ago, me and a few friends hit the DMT pipe. One of my friends took his first ever hit, and just lay there mumbling in ecstasy for a good while. Afterwards, he got up and left the room, then when he came back, said "boys, I'm not going to lie to you, I did just shit myself, my boxers are in the bin". It's moments like that that make you happy to do drugs.